Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 22:11:07 -0500
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: George in Scottsdale

THIS IS ANOTHER TRUE STORY. It happened to me in January
2005 when I was on a business trip to Scottsdale, Arizona.

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In January 2005, I discovered Craigslist.com. I placed this ad a few days
before my trip: "Married businessman looking for same. I like spending time
with a quality guy in a loving situation; no rough stuff. Married
preferred. Wearing a suit when we meet will be a plus but is not necessary.
Be d&d free like me.  Discretion is a must. Be under age 55. I just turned
50 and look pretty good. I am 5' 10", 160 with a slim build, 32 waist. I
have been mistaken in public for Mark Harmon. I'll be staying in a hotel
next to Fashion Square Mall."

I got 3 responses. This was the best: "Masc married ex prof athlete. 6'
185, sensual, fit and live in Paradise Valley near Fashion Square. Would
like to stop by."

So I emailed, asking him to tell me more about himself and to send a
photo. He replied: "I am married, too, and do not have pics on the
internet. I get hit on by lots of women and men...green eyes...salt and
pepper hair...athletic - ski, tennis, golf, sail, rock climb...bit of an
over- achiever..speak a couple languages and quite good in bed.  I'm 45."

We made arrangements to meet.

That afternoon, I dressed in a suit and tie, looking good. I walked across
the outdoor courtyard of the hotel toward the lobby, where I was to meet
him. He was not there at the agreed time so I started walking back to my
room thinking he might be standing at the door (I had emailed him with my
room number.) As I was walking, I became aware that someone was walking
fast behind me. I paused and looked back.

I saw a distinguished looking older fellow of about 55, with snow white
short hair, a trim build (for his age), and wearing a jogging suit - a thin
jogging suit. As he walked, even with my quick backwards glance, I could
see his dick jiggling beneath the thin fabric. I thought, "Not bad. I could
be satisfied with this." I stopped walking. He came a couple of steps
closer and he said cautiously, "I'm George."

He was not what I imagined but he was a good looking guy.

We made small talk as we walked toward my room. Once inside, the lights
were low, the air chilly, and the jazz radio mellow.  The room had a little
foyer, separate from the bed area. As the door closed behind us, the
conversation paused. He tossed down his car keys (Porsche). A moment of
awkwardness followed.  But a big hug instantly melted any tension. We
hugged and kissed for several minutes as our arms and hands rapidly
explored our upper territories. I felt his chest and strong back muscles. I
felt his aroused dick pressing into my groin. As he unbuckled my belt I
slipped out of my suit jacket. He pushed down my pants and groped my
boxers. My left arm pulled him close as my right hand slipped down to his
crotch. His dick tented the thin material of his jogging suit. I groped him
and not surprised to discover he wasn't wearing any underwear. His prize,
although not large, felt like a trophy through the thin fabric.

He dropped to his knees and slathered my rock hard cock for a good long
while. He sucked my man pole deep into the back of his throat. His hot
tongue slathered my shaft from my balls back up to the tip of the mushroom
cap. When he stood up, I went down on him. His dick was nicely shaped, cut,
and about 5 1/2 inches. I like big dicks, but his tool was just right for
the moment.

We loved each other in the foyer for twenty minutes. Some guys might find
that boring, but I have a different take on the pace and the amount of
action. George and I, being married men, relished the simple bliss of
holding each other in our arms. There was no talking. We simply experienced
each other.

As we headed for the bed, I pointed to the table. It was set with a cold
bottle of wine between two wine glasses I had bought earlier in the day. I
offered a drink. He said he did not drink during the afternoon because it
clouded clear thinking. What else could I do but reply that his policy
probably kept him out of a lot of trouble.

We stripped naked. He laid on the big bed and I climbed on top of him. It
felt good. We kissed, hugged, lightly wrestled, and eventually 69'd. He
made me want to cum. Many times I held back from shooting a big wad. I did
not want it to end too fast. I enjoyed the process more than I thought I'd
enjoy the final fireworks. His body heat, firm muscles, slick mouth, and
strong hands felt too good to let end. All the time, of course, I was
working his body.

He went down on me with a frenzied mouth and hand combination that drove me
wild. He pumped me furiously with his boiling hot mouth, then pumped me
furiously with his hand, then again with is mouth, then hand, etc. The
concerted motion on my swollen, rock hard cock caused me to moan in
ecstasy. I had to consciously fight back shooting off. My pre-cum oozed
copiously from my dick cap. Clear sticky pre- cum flowed freely. So much
came out that he apparently interpreted that as a weak ejaculation and fell
back onto the bed grinning. He thought he had brought me off.

Next thing I knew, he turned himself around so our heads were together
again on the bed pillows. That's when I picked up the pace by sucking and
jacking his rod vigorously. His hard pussy- fucker was the right size to
slip easily into and out of my mouth. It didn't take long until he writhed
in pleasure as he neared his climax. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and
pumped his own tool as furiously as he had worked mine. He moaned a quick
succession of Oh, Oh, Oh and let it happen. His man juice spurted onto his
belly. It was not a large amount but by the way he tensed up, shuttered,
and then completely released, it was obviously a pleasurable amount.

For a good while longer we lay side by side naked on the bed in this nice
hotel room. He became talkative. Strangely, though, the conversation was
about our wives (!) and their love for their dogs.  I played with his limp
cock as he talked. I enjoyed the intimacy of two naked, married men sharing
a bed. Then I realized I was being like a woman, wanting to cuddle and not
have the moment end too soon after ejaculation. The realization made me let
go of his penis. I didn't want to be the woman. Suddenly, I didn't feel
like talking, either, so I let conversation die.

Clearly this was over. He slipped underwear-lessly back into his thin
jogging suit and said good bye, saying we must do this again next time I'm
in town. Suddenly I kind of felt like a hooker. And it was not a pleasant
feeling!

Remember, I had not yet come. At this time it was only 3:10 in the
afternoon. So I drank a couple glasses of wine, dressed, and walked next
door to the shopping mall. I had a bit of a buzz from the wine. I saw a
movie theater. Quickly, I decided to see "Aviator" with Leonardo
Dicaprio. So I went and sat in a dark movie theater for 3 hrs.

When it ended, I went to the men's room in the movie theater. I noticed a
guy in his 40's at a urinal in the corner. He was just zipping up.  My
gaydar told me to stand next to him. As I did, he quickly looked me over
out of the corner of his eye and unzipped. Bingo!

 Each of us flopped our dicks more than necessary, discreetly. After a
couple of minutes the other men in the bathroom left.  Alone, we showed our
erections to each other for a couple more minutes. I was just starting to
reach out to grab his thick sausage when some guy entered. I backed off. I
thought of inviting the flasher to my hotel room for a bit of m2m fun, but
when I looked beyond his dick and saw the guy attached to that piece of
manhood, I thought otherwise.  Something about him didn't click with me. He
was kind of creepy. So I zipped up, washed up, and headed out to find
supper.

Later that night, I drank more wine, got a nice buzz going, and took a
great long hot shower. Thoughts of groping George through his thin jogging
suit produced a massive hard on. I let my hot, soapy hand slowly produce a
pleasurable result.

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That's my story. I hope it wasn't boring. I wrote it factually, as if I was
writing in a diary. Every word is true. I hope you like reading about my
infrequent adventures.